Chapter 07 - Dancing & nerves

The morning of the ball Harry spent lying on his bed looking over his wizarding textbooks and thinking about the dance lessons he had the night before with the girls.

Flashback

Harry was sitting in the middle of his room on the floor, looking over his charms book, looking for a charm or spell that would teach him to dance. He flipped off few pages skimming the words before he let out a happy sound. Stella who was walking past Harry's room looked in. She glanced around before opening the door and saw Harry on the floor. "What are you looking at Harry?" she wanted to know. He looked up from his reading and said "I'm looking for a spell or charm that will let me be able to dance for the dance tomorrow."

Stella stepped into his room and said, "You don't know how to dance? I bet Musa could show you how to dance." She grabbed his arm and dragged the boy up and out of the room, going over to where Musa was sitting. Walking up to her Stella said, "Hey Musa, do you think you can show Harry a few dance moves?" Harry blushed at Stella's words and eyed Musa cautiously as she started to get up from her seat.

Musa, who had been playing a guitar, put it down and stood up, she circled around the slim boy in front of her before exclaiming, "Hell yes, I can teach you some moves," and with a grin she added, "Does somebody want to impress a certain long haired Red Fountain hero?" she sent a small grin his way and he turned away blushing as he heard somebody behind him giggle, probably Stella, he guessed. "Well then we better clear a space in here," Musa said.

After clearing a big enough space and casting a memory charm on myself, Musa led me step by step in the first of many dances.

End Flashback

Knock, knock, knock.

Harry looked up from his defense book to see Bloom standing just outside his door giving him a warm smile. "Good morning, Bloom," he greeted her. "Good morning, Harry," she answered, "We're all getting ready to go down to breakfast. Would you like to join us?"

Harry put his books on his side table, stood up and made his way to follow Bloom to breakfast.

Down in the dining hall they just caught the end of one of Stella's famous rants, „ ...and mommy and daddy said no, not that dress 'cause it cost too much money. It's a surprise that there something those two can agree on," the blond said and sent with a flip some of her blond locks over her shoulder.

Flora just gave Bloom and Harry a smile as they filled their plates.

After breakfast the group had a few classes before having lunch.

"It's the first class of the year. A year of great potential and limitless possibilities and that's what metamorphosis is all about," the short elf teacher said as he hopped up to sit on his desk, "Metamorphosis is the art of changing how you appear. And once you master it you can turn into anything, from a rock to a rock star," a girl with green hair whistled as the professor said this.

"Let me give you all a little preview, an average elf right?" he asked before pulling on his face and pulling his green pointy hat over his head, "look at me now." Now sitting on the professor's desk instead of the short elf professor was the deputy head mistress. A few girls started at the sight of their stern deputy head. Griselda chuckled and said, "Now I'm not really the queen of detention." They all clapped as the teacher transformed back into his own self. After replacing his hat he hopped on to Harry's desk and continued, "The beauty with magic is that you can always return back to yourself, but we'll start with the basics," he pointed and yellow sparks came from his finger. Little hand mirrors melted out of our desks.

He had them each grab their mirror and focus on changing their hair color. Harry tried focusing for several minutes on changing his hair color from his dad's black to his mom's fiery red, but all he manage to do was to make his hair look like it was from that Japanese anime, Dragon Ball that he had seen his cousin watch once or twice. He sighed and placed his mirror back down on to his desk. Looking up he saw his professor standing there. "Is everything all right, Harry?" the professor asked him. Harry replied with his own question, "Professor, what are the differences between metamorphosis and transfiguration?" He gave the boy a thoughtful look before answering, "Well, I would have to say the differences are that transfiguration has to do with transfiguring objects into other objects and that metamorphosis is about transforming the body," he said as he padded my head and gave me a warm smile as he continued, "Keep working on it, you'll get it eventually." Harry smiled back and picked up his mirror to try it again.

After lunch the group was allowed to go back to their rooms to get ready for that night's planned activities.

Harry paced back and forth in his room, nervously twisting the bottom of his cloak in his fingers. He was nervous. This was the first time that he had a crush on anybody and he didn't really know how to deal with it. He took a deep breath and turned to his bedside table, pulled the drawer out, grabbed his two-way mirror and sat down on the corner of his bed. He held the mirror in his hands and thought about who he wanted to contact. Taking another deep breath he held the tiny silver plated mirror up to reflect the light and spoke, "Show me Hermione Granger."

It took a moment, the little mirror flashed a brilliant blue before the surface swirled and Mione's face appeared. She smiled at him and he gave her a brilliant smile before greeting her.

"Hello, Mione."